Lost in London
Yes; that’s right! I’ve gone and done it already, screwed it up good and proper innit! (sorry about that last add on, just testing it out, won’t do it again)
I am STUCK in London , i missed my coach, it’s far too hot, i smell, and i am fretting because i’m anticipating Joy thinking i have somehow beheaded myself on the underground. Gosh, she should give me more credit. I got further than that. But the coach station defeated me. I was 3 minutes late. so i paid another £20 to go several hours late.. oh, poor poor Joy…
At first i was a little dissapointed with London. when you are first ejected into it, you are thrusted at a million tourist stands, being prompted to buy everything and everthing with a big flag on it. Onnit. lol.
but i kept walking, getting loster and loster, found myself in chinatown, and eventually asked a lovely man where the shopping was. In no time i was in Oxford st, which is basically high st shopping. TopShop and whatnot. All these other names i recognise from British fashion mags ut forget.
Did something touristy, went to see this:
beside which there was a NZ memorial which made me a little sad, for the first time since being here.
london underground is interesting. it’s like this except darker and dirter, and sometimes great myserious gushes of wind attack you with great fury. 
Opposite me on the tube there was a very passionate display of affection from a couple. it was sick. Very offputting.
London’s got me realising how very scruffy I am, so I must start being a bit more polished i think. Shouldn’t be hard, there is tons of work for me in the village, recieved £40 today for doing some ironing and a bit of casual looking after Robert and Edward. Yes, i did see superdrug, lol! Haven’t been in yet, but looks like a whirlwind of fun.
I was trying to keep this blog clean but now i’m going to ruin it all with a string of expletives because i am very, very, VERY royally pissed off.
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ps. i live very near Jamie Oliver.